Monday, February 19, 2007

Yesterday morning as we left church, the aroma of barbeque warmed the air. I was enjoying a brief respite from the all-day, everyday nausea. I had to have some BEEF! Oh my, it was delicious. And I never feel so disconnected from my vegetarian tendencies as I do when gnawing on a big old beef rib.

And Sonic hamburgers - I don't know . . . Just good stuff!

I want to thank all of you for your kind words and encouragement on my post about D weaning. It hasn't been as tear-free as I had hoped. After going through several leaky, uncomfortable days as the last of my milk dried up, D started asking for milk again after naps. When I would tell her mommy's milk is all gone, her face would just crumple and she would start to cry. Break a mama's heart! But she is easily enough distracted, so I think we are going to be okay. :)

Baby news: We got our first peek at Baby #2 on Friday! One little bean with two arms, two legs, and a good strong heartbeat has taken up full residence in my womb. It was oh so thrilling to see this one in action. Pretty much makes the last seven weeks of feeling crappy all worth it!!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

After a mostly wonderful, definitely rewarding breastfeeding relationship that lasted for two years, one week, and three days (roughly), Dacey has weaned herself.

I thought I would feel a greater sense of loss than I do. I actually feel very peaceful about it all. I think mostly I am thankful that I had a wonderful online community that encouraged me in the philosophy of self-weaning. I don't know a single person in my "offline" community that has nursed past the year mark (or if they have, they don't talk about it), so to have support and encouragement from women who have practiced self-weaning or who have just offered their support for my choice in that area has been priceless to me.

This has been a wonderful time of reflection and nostalgia for me. Thinking back to those awkward and painful days full of doubt and insecurity reminds me of how much Dacey and I have grown together. It's a sweet time of remembrance and celebration of the end of one journey while I look forward to the beginning of a new one someday in the not-too-distant future.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Since last Friday when I first heard about Texas Governor Rick Perry's executive order mandating the HPV vaccination for all sixth grade school girls in Texas, I have been pretty fired up about it. It's been hard for me to put into words exactly why this issue makes my blood boil, and thankfully the wonderful people who are running the Overturn RP65 blog have clearly and concisely summed up my objections.

Monday, February 05, 2007

It's funny. All along on this journey of Mommyhood, I find I am constantly reminded of how much I only think I have things under control, when the reality is that much of the time I just need to follow Dacey's lead.

I still struggle against my need-to-schedule tendencies. Dace and I both do better with routine and order, but there are days and times when I need to be reminded that I am a Mommy, not a camp counselor with a clipboard and a whistle. If we get off schedule a bit, life goes on. This morning, D fell asleep on the way home for the grocery store. No amount of tickling and talking could rouse her, so I felt a bit panicked that it was a good hour and a half before her scheduled nap time. I laid her down on the couch to snooze while I banged around in the kitchen putting groceries away. I thought surely, surely my daughter who "has" to have a completely darkened room with a fan providing white noise to be able to sleep would wake up in the living room which was not only noisy, but also gorgeously lit up with some much coveted mid-winter sunshine.

But the sandman's spell can be hard to break.

She slept peacefully for almost an hour and a half and woke up with a huge grin on her face - I think a bit tickled that she woke up with her head in Mommy's lap instead of by herself in her crib.

She's in desperate need of an early bedtime tonight, but for today, it was a needed reminder that it is good to be flexible.

I am still sick pretty much all day, every day. Actually, I take that back. Mornings are fine. But starting right after lunch and lasting until I go to bed, I just feel so sick and miserable. It has really cut back on my online socializations!

In other news, we celebrated D's 2nd birthday with a nice, quiet family party. We figure we have many years of princess tea parties and overnighters ahead of us - we may as well have one last low-key celebration. Also, D starts speech therapy this month, and we are so excited for that. She tests at only the 12-15 month level for expressive language, so we are hoping to learn some strategies that will encourage her to use that beautiful voice of hers.

The dilema about how/when/where to deliver this next babe continues to plauge my thoughts. Kyle and I will have to decide soon, so hopefully by the end of this week, we will have some clarity and direction.

About Me

Megan

Sorta crunchy as in sorta granola, sorta hippie, and always in her barefeet.

One member of a body of Believers. Natural living enthusiast. Coach's wife. Mama to three year old D and sweet baby AJ. User of copious exclamation points and gratuitous ellipses. Under a shady tree in the Texas Hill Country.

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